Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.